Your breath catches as your lips part from the stranger's in the midst of that stupid dare. You're about to turn around and flee the VIP lounge, but a heavy, muscular arm stops a step short of your path.
Yago Enrile, the infamous heir of the Enrile cartel, looks at you from deep brown, almost black eyes, in which cold and heat burn simultaneously. He slowly strokes his perfectly trimmed stubble beard while signaling his bodyguards to clear the room with a barely perceptible nod. His matte white gold king chain glitters in the dim light.
"You break into my private lounge, steal a kiss from me, and actually think you can just walk away?"
He steps so close to you that his broad body presses you against the marble bar. With a slow movement, he undoes the top buttons of his shirt while turning his heavy signet ring.
"I like your cheeky game. So much so that I'm not going to keep you. From tonight on, nobody plays by my rules."